Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Although I don't know why Zhou fengmiao attaches so much importance to this boy and specially sends a letter to let him look after him, Chen Sansi knows that Zhou fengmiao won't want a loser anyway.

Now I can completely free myself. There is no need to weigh between this boy and the Zhou family.

Do you still need to choose a loser and a prosperous Zhou family?

His thoughts Lin Xiaotian and Ning Zifeng were very clear. Looking at the back of him leaving, Ning Zifeng shook his fist hard, and finally didn't say a word.

He is just a small captain under general Zhou. Chen Sansi is a serious governor of Luodu city. He is a major border official. He is not qualified to give him shoes.

Naturally, Ning Zifeng was not qualified to bargain with him.

But he didn't. someone will.

After biting his teeth, a small stone quietly appeared in Ning Zifeng's hand, which was crushed by him.

Lin Xiaotian on one side has not found Ning Zifeng's change. He just feels a little excited because he can't accept the fact that his friend is about to become a loser.

Reaching out and gently patting Ning Zifeng on the shoulder, Lin Xiaotian said heavily, "brother Ning, I'm sorry."

"What the hell is this day? Isn't this boy still sitting here? Who says he's going to be a loser?" Ning Zifeng bit his teeth and said.

Startled by his somewhat cruel attitude, Lin Xiaotian immediately relieved himself.

After all, at this time, excitement is also very normal. I don't have to fight with Ning Zifeng.

He patted Ning Zifeng on the shoulder again. Lin Xiaotian went straight outside the door. He doesn't need to stay here now.

Seeing that only Ning Zifeng and Yang Xuan were left in the huge hall, the atmosphere in the whole space became silent, and only Ning Zifeng's heavy breathing could be heard.

"Hold on... Stay up a little longer..."

Yang Xuan has now fallen into confusion. Vaguely, he seems to have returned to the small house he once lived in.

Here, he has no worries or worries. He lies quietly on the small chair in the yard and enjoys the afternoon sun.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed open and quickly looked up.

At the door was a little girl with a very sweet smile. Her big ghost eyes seemed to smile and looked at herself.

It's Yu Qingcheng, the little girl who likes to tease herself, but is always teased by herself.

She always had an unspeakable aura. Yang Xuanguang looked at her and felt happy in his heart.

Just wanted to say hello to Yu Qingcheng, before Yang Xuan could speak, her figure dissipated slowly in the air, like pieces of debris.

Then, a man with a dignified face appeared at the door. At the moment of seeing Yang Xuan, the frost on his face melted again.

"Uncle!"

Yang Xuan exclaimed in surprise. He didn't understand why Yang Dingshan appeared here. His uncle with a cold face and a hot heart would never come to his yard.

Yang Dingshan smiled at Yang Xuan. He didn't speak. His figure disappeared in mid air.

At this moment, Yang Xuan frowned slightly and stood in the middle of his small yard, quietly looking at the door.

A moment later, there was a new figure. It was a couple. They had countless similarities with Yang Xuan. They stood quietly at the door hand in hand and looked at Yang Xuan without talking.

For a moment, Yang Xuan only felt that the blood in his body seemed to be burning, and madly led himself to rush over there.

Yang Xuan couldn't help it this time. He shouted his parents, and the whole person rushed out. He quickly came to the two people and opened his hands to hug them tightly.

But the next moment, the two disappeared.

Yang Xuan's hand passed through a virtual shadow and caught it in the air.

Sadness, sadness, regret... Countless emotions rushed into Yang Xuan's heart in an instant. Clear tears fell down his eyes. Zheng Zheng stood in place like a lost soul.

"Dad... Mom... Don't go... I miss you..."

Yang Xuan murmured. The whole man seemed to have been evacuated and fell down on the door frame, sobbing low.

Seeing Yang Xuan's breath suddenly become dead, Ning Zifeng's heart immediately lifted up, a pair of eyes anxiously looked at the door and kept talking.

"Why not come... Why not..."

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, which interrupted him.

Ning Zifeng's eyes lit up, his face showed a happy look, and he shouted excitedly, "coming!"

Then he rushed to the door and pushed the door open.

At this moment, in the courtyard, there are dozens of Luo Du's defenders who are nervously holding long guns and forming a semicircle around a sloppy old man.

In the rear of them, Chen Sansi stared at the sloppy old man with a gloomy face. The spiritual power in his hands quickly gathered and exuded a strong momentum.

These people are in a state of readiness. On the contrary, the dirty old man in the middle is still happily holding a wine gourd and pouring it into his mouth one by one.

Gently wipe the wine stains off his mouth. The sloppy old man grinned and said carelessly.

"You guys, I said I didn't mean to fight. I just came in to see my younger generation. Why are you so nervous?"

"Who the hell are you, you bad old man? There's no younger generation here. Hurry out!" Chen Sansi immediately roared.

The sloppy old man looked at Chen Sansi disdainfully, then raised his eyes and put them behind him. At one glance, he saw Ning Zifeng at the door.

Immediately his eyes lit up, pointed to Ning Zifeng and said, "who says there is no descendant of my family, isn't this my descendant?"

Ning Zifeng at the door had rushed out, pushed all the soldiers away, stood in front of the old man and shouted, "Grandpa jiujianxian, you're finally here!"

The scruffy old man, who was called jiujianxian, smiled and touched Ning Zifeng's head, and said kindly, "yes, just as the old man, I just came back from the barbarians. As soon as I received your letter, I came right away. I didn't overtime for half an hour."

Hearing what the old man said, Chen Sansi was immediately surprised. In his words, the old man just came from the Xuanmen pass.

You know, there is a difference of thousands of miles between Xuanmen pass and Luodu. Even the fastest messenger takes at least one day to go back and forth. The speed of the old man is terrible. It took only half an hour.

What a terrible cultivation!